Public Privacy
Chapter 2
'Cause it's not a homeless life for me,
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be.
~ Homeless, Ed Sheeran
" Ed Sheeran?"
I remove my earphones. "Sorry?"
"Was that Ed Sheeran?" Harry asks. I smile quizzically. He gestures to his ears, "I could hear it." He explains.
"Yeah it was, do you like his music?" I ask, sceptical as to why he's a more open now.
"Great music, great guy too." He nods. I stare at him with a wary smile.
"You know Ed Sheeran?" I gape. He looks over at me and laughs slightly.
"Yeah, I hang out with him. He doesn't drink as much as he says." He informs me.
"Waw.. When- I mean how do you even- what do you-" I stumble on my words and his smile grows.
"You don't know who I am, do you?" He states rather than asks. I shake my head and smile.
"Am I supposed to?" We both laugh at my apparent stupidity.
"Never mind." He dismisses my curious look. "Who else do you like then?"
"Good music. The charts have gone downhill recently; Pink is good, and Ella Henderson." I roll my eyes. "I really like Ed Sheeran though," I add.
"I can tell." He smiles a really bright smile. He pulls his hood down and the girls in the back almost explode. Harry mumbles a quiet "shit" and puts his hood back up. His curls are all messy now and his green eyes are wide.
That's Harry Styles.
Harry. Styles.
Holy shit.
The bus stops and the girls in the back are ready to pounce. I push Harry backwards out of the three seater and pull him off the bus.
"Whoa, what are you doing!?" He yells. A bunch of those girls are stepping off the bus searching for Harry. I've lead him behind a dumpster thing where the occasional drizzle of water sounds a bell like hum.
"Sh. Those girls are trying to marry you and have your children. Are you not grateful that my place is two minutes away?" I whisper. The girls start to walk down the opposite street and I slowly climb out from my hiding space with Harry Styles' hand in my own.
"Oh, right, thanks. Wait." He stops, almost pulling me to the floor because of his hold on my hand. "You know who I am then?"
I sigh. "Yes, I know who you are and in fact, I like your music. See, the thing is I am not stupidly obsessed because I knew I had a one in a hundred million chance of actually meeting you. Yet here I am, that one person in one hundred thousand, holding your hand and bringing you back to mine." I huff after my little speech and place my other hand on my hip. He has an amused smile on his perfect face that has now been revealed.
"I like you. You're genuine." He smiles. I glance down to my hand which is now being caressed by his.
"Is that the Harry Styles version of you're different? Honestly, if you want to fuck me, spare the torture of the 'you are the one' speech." I groan with a grin, Harry laughs at my retort and I attempt to drag him up the street.
"Come on." He says and grips in my hand tighter before starting to run up the street with me scuffing my daps behind him.
He laughs as I moan that I can't run and I can't help but smile. I've been told by many of my colleagues that Harry Styles is "too die for" and has "such a beautiful personality." I already knew this, of course, I just never got myself worked up about it.
"Harry!" I screech, laughing.
"No, we have to keep going! Otherwise, I'll have lots and lots of pregnant wives!" He calls back. I laugh uncontrollably and almost double over in pain.
"Harry!" I wheeze for the second time. "We passed it!" I laugh. I stop abruptly and I smash into his back. He catches me before I fall and smiles.
"Oops." He says wth a stupid grin. I laugh obnoxiously loud and he lifts me up.
"It's just down there. Carousel Street." I point.
"Oh." He says. He stands a bit on guard. He drops my hand and crosses his arms. "I, uh, Don't know if I should-"
"Look." I cut him off. "You're made out to be a womaniser, I know. I'm not expecting anything nor am I going to even kiss you. Plenty of girls have forced themselves on you."
He doesn't say anything, just nods.
"I'm going in, you're welcome to sleep on the sofa and charge your phone?"
He smiles and I lead him down the street.
It's just I'm home less than I'd like to be.
~ Homeless, Ed Sheeran
" Ed Sheeran?"
I remove my earphones. "Sorry?"
"Was that Ed Sheeran?" Harry asks. I smile quizzically. He gestures to his ears, "I could hear it." He explains.
"Yeah it was, do you like his music?" I ask, sceptical as to why he's a more open now.
"Great music, great guy too." He nods. I stare at him with a wary smile.
"You know Ed Sheeran?" I gape. He looks over at me and laughs slightly.
"Yeah, I hang out with him. He doesn't drink as much as he says." He informs me.
"Waw.. When- I mean how do you even- what do you-" I stumble on my words and his smile grows.
"You don't know who I am, do you?" He states rather than asks. I shake my head and smile.
"Am I supposed to?" We both laugh at my apparent stupidity.
"Never mind." He dismisses my curious look. "Who else do you like then?"
"Good music. The charts have gone downhill recently; Pink is good, and Ella Henderson." I roll my eyes. "I really like Ed Sheeran though," I add.
"I can tell." He smiles a really bright smile. He pulls his hood down and the girls in the back almost explode. Harry mumbles a quiet "shit" and puts his hood back up. His curls are all messy now and his green eyes are wide.
That's Harry Styles.
Harry. Styles.
Holy shit.
The bus stops and the girls in the back are ready to pounce. I push Harry backwards out of the three seater and pull him off the bus.
"Whoa, what are you doing!?" He yells. A bunch of those girls are stepping off the bus searching for Harry. I've lead him behind a dumpster thing where the occasional drizzle of water sounds a bell like hum.
"Sh. Those girls are trying to marry you and have your children. Are you not grateful that my place is two minutes away?" I whisper. The girls start to walk down the opposite street and I slowly climb out from my hiding space with Harry Styles' hand in my own.
"Oh, right, thanks. Wait." He stops, almost pulling me to the floor because of his hold on my hand. "You know who I am then?"
I sigh. "Yes, I know who you are and in fact, I like your music. See, the thing is I am not stupidly obsessed because I knew I had a one in a hundred million chance of actually meeting you. Yet here I am, that one person in one hundred thousand, holding your hand and bringing you back to mine." I huff after my little speech and place my other hand on my hip. He has an amused smile on his perfect face that has now been revealed.
"I like you. You're genuine." He smiles. I glance down to my hand which is now being caressed by his.
"Is that the Harry Styles version of you're different? Honestly, if you want to fuck me, spare the torture of the 'you are the one' speech." I groan with a grin, Harry laughs at my retort and I attempt to drag him up the street.
"Come on." He says and grips in my hand tighter before starting to run up the street with me scuffing my daps behind him.
He laughs as I moan that I can't run and I can't help but smile. I've been told by many of my colleagues that Harry Styles is "too die for" and has "such a beautiful personality." I already knew this, of course, I just never got myself worked up about it.
"Harry!" I screech, laughing.
"No, we have to keep going! Otherwise, I'll have lots and lots of pregnant wives!" He calls back. I laugh uncontrollably and almost double over in pain.
"Harry!" I wheeze for the second time. "We passed it!" I laugh. I stop abruptly and I smash into his back. He catches me before I fall and smiles.
"Oops." He says wth a stupid grin. I laugh obnoxiously loud and he lifts me up.
"It's just down there. Carousel Street." I point.
"Oh." He says. He stands a bit on guard. He drops my hand and crosses his arms. "I, uh, Don't know if I should-"
"Look." I cut him off. "You're made out to be a womaniser, I know. I'm not expecting anything nor am I going to even kiss you. Plenty of girls have forced themselves on you."
He doesn't say anything, just nods.
"I'm going in, you're welcome to sleep on the sofa and charge your phone?"
He smiles and I lead him down the street.
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10/14/16